Con-crete and Pearls

I still have the upper hand.
The cards are stacked in my favour.
But for how long?
Information and words are my weapons now.
I hold them closely and use them wisely, sparingly.
A look now and then.
A few choice words.
And the world is your oyster.
Or golden calf,
if you don't like seafood,
like me.
I won't eat anything unless
it's cute and cuddly.
Blasphemy, in it's
highest degree.
I play the double agent
against myself
on these concrete battlegrounds.

A/N: I do eat things that are other than the cute and cuddly variety. Celery is neither cute nor cuddly, and neither are strawberries. Or toast. O.o (Or several other foodstuffs.) So no comments from angry vegs!